Page 114 of Avenging Devil: Part 2

“Right. We’ve got the security footage.” He does something, and a screen descends behind their prez. Snatcher moves to the right and turns his head. “See that black ambulance?” Honor uses some sort of laser pointer to indicate the vehicle he means. “That arrives about 2am, and two men descend, both wearing white coats.”

“That’s Duke and Grit,” I interrupt, without asking permission.

“You can tell?” Duty questions me.

“It’s the way they’re walking.” Their faces might be turned away from the camera, but there’s no fooling me.

“Right. We’ve also got footage from inside. There’s a waiting area outside Mary’s room.”

“That’s Ross,” Niran tells them. “He’s a new prospect for the club.”

“Well, apparently he was on Mary’s guard duty. This is from shortly before.”

And not doing a good job, obviously. But watching him, my observations are at odds with my thoughts. Despite the late hour, he’s wide awake, getting up and patrolling, and scanning the corridors.

“How did they get past him?” Thor wonders aloud.

“Watch,” Honor insists.

I stare at the screen, feeling my jaw drop as a nurse comes out of the door of the room opposite where Ross is waiting.

“That’s fuckin’ Susie. Damn it. Ross wouldn’t have known who she is.” Niran bangs his hand on the table. “He didn’t come around the club before I was taken, and she’s dressed as a fuckin’ nurse.”

“Yeah, and she’s a right flirt,” Swift puts in, observing the screen.

“But he’s not falling for it,” I speak again, pleased he seems to be turning his back on her.

There’s no sound, but presumably she asks him something, and his answer is an affirmative nod.

“Oh no,” Niran groans, as Susie reappears with a cup of what looks like coffee. “Drugged?”

Honor shrugs and moves his pointer again. Ross drinks the coffee. Whatever’s been put in it doesn’t take long. He sits, violently shakes his head, tries to stand, but falls back and slumps in his seat.

Susie reappears and taps on her phone. Within moments, Duke and Grit, dressed as orderlies, appear. They go into Mary’s room where there doesn’t seem to be CCTV, presumably for privacy.

“Is she asleep?” Stormy wonders aloud.

“I’d say drugged.” Duty doesn’t sound happy. “Courtesy of Susie I would think.”

My hand goes over my mouth. Whatever drugs have been given to her can’t be good for the baby. But Duke wouldn’t have given a damn.

“How the hell do they just wheel her out?” Niran asks. “Wouldn’t they be stopped?”

This time Honor just nods toward the screen where Grit is showing some paperwork to a nurse.

“It would be easy for Grit to hack in and fake a transfer request, or hell, permission to transfer a body to the morgue,” Stormy says through gritted teeth.

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